Chapter 4: Many many new things
The sea breeze caressed Sara's skin as she stood at Pablo's metal gate, seemingly frozen in place. She could feel his eyes upon her body, taking in the contours of her figure and the soft sway of her curves. Every nerve ending within her body was electrified, alive with anticipation. To her surprise, she found herself seemingly captivated by the older man, entranced by his presence.
Without a word, Pablo opened the metal gate, gesturing for her to proceed down the long driveway towards his imposing residence.
He moved behind her, his body close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating off his bare chest, engulfing her in a blanket of security.
"Do you realise, Sara, how much you turn me on?" he said, his voice low and gravelly as he pushed a strand of hair away from her neck, allowing him to place a trail of kisses down her spine. She shuddered, goose bumps forming on her skin as she felt his soft lips on her body.
She moved her hips back and forth, pressing her ass against him, feeling the outline of his cock against her wetness through the thin fabric of her swimsuit.
"Open the door, baby. Let's get inside and finish what we started outside." Pablo demanded, his voice rough with need.
Sara obeyed, fumbling with the key and unlocking the big wooden doors of the house. The foyer was dimly lit, with only a few candles casting flickering shadows on the walls. Pablo pushed Sara inside, closing the door behind them.
He wasted little time, his hands went straight to her hips, pulling her body against his. Sara could feel the weight and size of his hard cock pressing against her ass.
"God, Sara. This sweet little ass belongs to me. I'm going to claim every inch of it," Pablo whispered in her ear, his voice husky with desire.
He slipped his hand inside her bikini bottom, finding her pussy soaking wet for him. Sara moaned as he slipped a finger inside of her, then another, stroking her inner walls.
She felt herself growing wetter by the second as he explored her body. His fingers felt like magic, waking up her most primal desires. He continued to stroke her inside and out, teasing her clit with his thumb.
"Pablo, please," Sara begged, growing increasingly desperate for the kind of release only he could give her.
"Please what? You want me to make you cum? To make you scream my name as you ride my cock?" Pablo growled in her ear, his thumb continuing to massage her throbbing clit.
"You want me to take you hard and fast, don't you, Sara? You want to feel my big cock inside you, feeling my balls slap against your pussy?"
Sara whimpered with anticipation, "Yes, God, Yes!"
Pablo smirked, his other hand sliding down her stomach, scraping some of the moisture from her pussy over her clit and down to her asshole.
Slowly and deliberately, he pushed a finger into her ass while his thumb continued massaging her swelling clit, making her moan under his touch.
"Yes, God. Yes, Pablo. Yes, like that." Sara breathlessly chanted as Pablo started to finger-fuck her.
"Tell me Sara, have you ever been fucked in the ass, Sara?" Pablo asked with so much excitement that he could barely contain himself.
Sara blushed at the question before shaking her head. "No... I've never," she admitted. He had tried a couple of times with Charly, but never happened for more than a few seconds as either it hurt her, or just wasn't pleasuring at all.
"But I've always wanted to try. I trust you, Pablo."
Her words were like pouring gasoline on an open flame. Pablo's cock jerked in response, and she knew there was no turning back now.
"Good girl," he husked, his voice thick with desire. "You're about to get fucked in the ass by a big cock for the first time in your life. Are you ready?"
Sara bit her lip and nodded desperately.
"Yes... I've never been fucked like this before. I want it, Pablo."
Pablo's lips twitched into a slow, devilish smile, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass with a knowing touch.
"There's no going back, darling. Once I've claimed you, you're mine."
He turned her around to face him, his lips claiming hers in a searing kiss. Sara melted into him, wrapping her arms around his neck as he explored her mouth with his tongue.
Their bodies pressed closely together, Sara could feel his throbbing cock, ready to take her in any way he wanted.
She pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily. "I want it, Pablo. Please, fuck my ass," she begged, her voice shaking with anticipation.
Pablo smirked, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass with a knowing touch. He spat in his hand and then pushed his saliva in her anus, getting it ready, then pressed his massive cock head in her entrance, getting ready to push it inside.
Sara took a deep breathe and held it as he began to push inside, slowly but steadily, as he stretched her ass wider and wider. She felt the burn of pain mixed with pleasure and her eyes watered as he pushed almost half his length in, at which point Sara let out a loud moan. "Fuck, Yes!"," Sara screamed, in a mix of agony and pleasure.
"We're going a lot slower than I would like," Pablo muttered, trying to control himself. He could feel his cock throbbing with the desire to cum already.
She was so tight, inexperienced yet eager in a way that was intoxicating. He grabbed her hips and pushed a bit deeper, causing Sara's pulse to race and her body to tremble in pleasure.
"Baby, it's half way in, are you ready for more?" Pablo whispered, riding her now, his face buried in her neck.
Sara took a deep breath and nodded, "Yes, more, I'm ready."
Pablo pushed deeper, his massive cock filling her in a way that was intense and overwhelming. Sara bit her lip, trying to hold back her cries, but the feeling of being stuffed so full, of feeling him so deep inside her was too much. She came hard, her body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
Pablo growled low in his throat as he felt her pussy contracting around his fingers.
A wave of lust coursed through his body, and he knew he was about to lose control. He couldn't wait any longer, he needed to fuck her like an animal until he came deep in her ass.
Pablo pulled back slowly, giving himself another moment to regain control before thrusting himself deep inside her, grunting as he felt the tight resistance of her virgin ass.
Sara gasped, her body tensing as she felt him stretch her in ways she had never felt before. He pulled out a bit, then thrust himself back inside, repeatedly, each time going a bit deeper. Sara couldn't hold back her moans of pleasure anymore, and she started to cry out as he sank his impressive length all the way inside her.
Pablo's hold on her tightened, and his already powerful thrusts became even more forceful, driving himself into Sara as hard and as deep as he could. Sara reached between her legs, and she held on to her slick pussy, rubbing her clit frantically as Pablo slammed himself between her cheeks.
"Fuck yes, Sara, that's it! You fucking love it, don't you? Your perfect little ass getting filled by the biggest fucking cock of your life? You're a dirty little whore, Sara. My dirty little whore," Pablo growled, his fingers digging into her hips as he took her hard and fast.
"Fuck! Yes! God, more, harder! I want it all!" Sara screamed, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the dimly lit foyer.
She couldn't believe the words spilling from her mouth. This wasn't her. She didn't care either. She just wanted to be used, dominated, taken and fucked by Pablo.
She had never felt like this before, this desperate and wild and out of control. It was terrifying and exhilarating, liberating and scary. She didn't care, though, all she could think about was the feel of his cock stretching her and filling her up.
With a growl, Pablo moved them further into the house, kicking the door shut behind them as he plunged even deeper into her ass. He was now fucking her in earnest, going as deep as he could with every thrust. Sara was screaming with pleasure, her screams matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
Pablo knew she had ignited a fire in Sara that was blazing, and he wanted to add more fuel to it. "Look at you, slut, taking my cock in your ass like nothing, having it stretched and yet begging for more." He said in a lustful, growling tone. "Say it loud Sara, say you're a cheating slut." He commanded her.
Sara's mind spun as the forbidden words came out of her lips, forbidding words that transformed her reality and she screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Yes, Pablo. I am your cheating slut! I'm yours to use and fuck any way you want, over and over again," Sara admitted, losing herself to the moment and to the unstoppable wave of pleasure washing over her.
He smirked and bent to kiss her deeply, their tongues dancing with each other.
"Good girl," said Pablo smiling. "Now tell me how much bigger my cock is compared to Charly's"
Sara blushed and whispered, "You are so much bigger than Charly, it's a whole different league."
Pablo's grin grew wider, "That's right, baby. I'm going to make you forget all about him. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
"Now, answer this if you want to come, my slut. Do you want to become my pet? my submissive slut? My little slave that will obey and do everything I order? In return, you'll cum harder and more often than you've ever come in your life." Pablo asked, grinning as he kept pounding on Sara's ass that wasn't so tight anymore after his cock stretched it.
Sara hesitated for a moment, considering her words. On one hand, she had never been with another man besides her husband, Charly. On the other hand, she was finally living out a fantasy she had kept hidden for years. She could feel her heart racing, but she knew what she wanted.
"Yes," she said breathlessly, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke. "I want to become your pet, Pablo. Your submissive slut. I want to be yours, completely."
Pablo's eyes burned with desire as he heard her words.
He grabbed her chin and kissed her deeply, claiming her mouth as his own. Sara responded eagerly, her body alive with anticipation.
"Say it again," he commanded, "Say you're mine."
"I'm yours, Pablo." She breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm your submissive slut, your pet, ready to do anything you command."
Pablo growled with satisfaction, his grip on her tightening. "Good girl," he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck.
Pablo then increased both his thrusts into her ass and the fingering on her clit, driving them both to the climax faster.
Sara's body caved inwards as her orgasm hit her, waves of pleasure washing over her as Pablo released deep in her ass, gratifying her that she had given herself to him completely.
As they came down from their orgasmic highs, Pablo pulled Sara cuddling her tightly, burying his face in her neck, caressing her exposed breasts gently, his massive cock still sticking out from her soaking wet ass, making a glistening mess.
They were both covered in a thin sheen of sweat and breathing heavily, their hearts racing as their bodies trembled in the aftermath of their passionate lovemaking. Sara let out a low moan as Pablo toyed with her nipples causing them to tighten and pebble painfully.
"Fuck, Sara. You're perfect," Pablo whispered against her ear as he sucked the lobe into his mouth. A shudder ran through Sara's body at his words, causing her to whimper and push herself back onto his spent cock, still partially inside her.
Pablo groaned, slid his now softened cock out of her ass and whispered in her ear, "I wanted to fuck your ass raw, baby... and now I've claimed all your holes, your pussy at the beach, your mouth at the alley, and now, your ass. But I also wanted to claim your mind, that beautiful, sexy and wild mind."
Pablo then got up and went to get something from a drawer in the dresser, then showed it to Sara. It was a pink collar made of leather, with a ring on the front so a leash could be attached, and a lock in the back that worked with a tiny key.
Sara blushed at the sight of it but couldn't take her eyes off it.
"Wear it, Sara," Pablo commanded, "Until you come back to your normal life, it's going to be a time of submissive play. You're going to be my little pet, and you're going to do everything I tell you to do."
Sara hesitated for a moment, but then nodded, accepting her role without hesitation. She dropped to her knees, her long legs bent and spread apart as he placed the collar around her neck. The leather against her skin sent a shiver of anticipation through her body.
Pablo locked it shut, grinning down at her as he did so.
"You're mine now," he said softly, before leaning down to kiss her once more.
Sara couldn't believe what she had just agreed to, but she couldn't deny the fluttering in her stomach and the throbbing between her legs as Pablo dominated her.
"Now, although this is for fun, even games have rules, so here they are. First, this is between consenting people, so if you ever want to stop it, you say it. But keep in mind that if we stop, we will stop fully, you can leave and you won't see me again. That way we won't waste each other time. Do you want to stop, pet?" Pablo asked in a commanding voice.
Sara thought about it for a second, and it made sense. She didn't want it to stop anyway. Far from it. "No, Pablo, I want to be your pet. I'm sure of it." Sara finally said.
She couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. She had always been a devoted wife and mother, but the wild side she had kept hidden for years had finally come out to play.
And what a play it was. Sara had never felt so alive, so desirable, so wanted. Pablo fucked her without mercy, as if he couldn't get enough of her, like he wanted to claim every inch of her body.
She shivered at the thought of what would come next, now that she had agreed to become his pet.
"Very good, Sara," Pablo purred, his hand gently caressing her cheek. "Because I promise you, I’ll take you to the dark corners of your fantasies, to places you never thought existed or didn't dare to tread alone. Now, pet, I want you to touch yourself again for me while I tell you the rest of the rules," Pablo commanded, a glint of desire flashing in his eyes.
Sara glanced up at him with a look of confused surprise, bit her lower lip and smiled.
She felt her pussy clench at the thought of being told what to do by Pablo. This was new for her, and she was eager to embrace a side of her that had long been buried. She slid her hand down to her wetness, her fingers slipping easily into her slick opening.
Pablo watched with a hungry gaze, his own cock beginning to stir at the sight of Sara pleasure herself for him. "That's it, my little pet," he purred.
"Now, second rule," he continued, "you will call me sir, master or owner. I will call you whatever the fuck I want, and you will respond to it no matter how degrading, do you agree, pet?"
Sara nodded frantically, "Yes, Sir."
She felt the thrill of submission running down her spine as she complied to his command.
"Good girl. I knew I could make you submit to me. Now, my rules will push you, challenge you even, but you will never come to harm while you're with me, pet. I promise you that," Pablo continued as he leaned back, letting her stroke her own pussy in front of him. "And that takes us to the third and final rule, you will never say no to anything I ask. Never. You will obey and you will comply, even if you don't want to, even if it's degrading, humiliating, painful or risky. Do you agree my pet?" Pablo finally asked as he saw Sara was getting closer to climax.
Sara hesitated for a moment as this rule was much more daunting than the others, but she could feel the intensity building inside her and she knew this is what she wanted. "Yes Sir, I agree." Sara finally admitted.
"Say it with your words, slut, say what you're consenting to," demanded Pablo.
Sara's cheeks were flushed and her body trembled with anticipation. "Yes, Sir, I am consenting to never say no to you, no matter what you ask."
Pablo's eyes gleamed with satisfaction at her words. He pulled her up from her knees and led her to the center of the room. "Good girl, my obedient little pet, now, cum hard for me, show me how turned on you are by becoming my submissive cock craving slave," he ordered.
Sara nodded, unable to speak as she felt her orgasm building higher and higher within her, like waves crashing along the shoreline of her pleasure. She felt it rising up within her, a delicious tingling sensation that coiled tight in her core, spreading like liquid fire through every muscles fiber in her body.
She closed her eyes, arched her back and moaned, crying out his name as she started cumming harder because of his dirty words and because she had never experienced such a feeling before.
Her entire body trembled as she came all over his hand, soaking him with her desire. Pablo watched with satisfaction as she rode out wave after wave of pleasure.
After her trembling subsided, he wiped her wetness from his hand and slid his sticky fingers into her mouth, making her taste herself. She licked and sucked every drop of her cum like the good little slut she was.
"I love it when you cum like that for me. You're my perfect pet. Now, let's get you upstairs and get you dressed properly," Pablo said, helping her to her feet.
She wobbled a little, her legs still shaky from the orgasm she had just experienced.
He led her upstairs to his bedroom and opened the closet, revealing an impressive array of leather, lace and latex outfits.
"Pick one you like, my pet. I'll let you explore your fetishes, starting now," Pablo said, his voice low and husky with desire.
Sara glanced at the outfits, feeling suddenly shy. She had never worn anything like this before, but the thought of wearing something so sexy and revealing made her pussy clench with anticipation.
She picked a lacy black corset with red lace accents and a matching garter belt. Pablo smirked appreciatively as she slipped the corset on, her large C-cup breasts spilling perfectly out of the corset.
"Christ, Sara, you look incredible. I can't wait to see you in action in that outfit, slut," Pablo said, his eyes gleaming with desire.
Sara blushed at his words, feeling a thrill of excitement run through her body.
She had never been talked to like this before, but it was exhilarating. She reached behind her back and tightened the laces of her corset, causing her breasts to plump up even more.
Pablo chuckled softly as he watched her struggle with the laces. "Here, let me help you with that, pet," he said, moving behind her. He grabbed the laces, pulling them tighter and tighter until Sara could barely breathe. It hurt but in a pleasurable way, it was like a token of him dominating her fully.
Then he went on to buckle a matching pair of black patent leather heels which completed the look of a slutty sexy maid.
Pablo pushed down the heels of her feet inside the shoes, watching as she balanced precariously on them. Sara felt both vulnerable and powerful in her new outfit. She could feel his eyes wandering up and down her body, lingering on the exposed skin just above her corset and on the swell of her breasts.
"Beautiful, my slut. You’re now perfect for any filthy fantasies. I bet you can't wait to show the world how obedient you are and how well you walk on those goddamn high heels for me." Pablo's eyes glinted with mischief and lust as he admired Sara's appearance. He then reached for something in a cabinet and turned around to show Sara. It was a dog leash, in a matching color with her new collar.
Looking at her with a mischievous grin he asked, "want to go out for a walk, bitch?" As he connected the dog leash to her collar.
Pablo led her to his car with Sara following obediently behind him. Once inside, he leaned over and placed a hand on her knee, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I have a little errand to run, but you're coming with me. I have some people I want you to meet," he said, his voice low and commanding.
Sara nodded, feeling butterflies fluttering in her stomach.
"Yes, Sir," she said, although she had no idea what he meant by that.
Pablo winked at her and started the car. As soon as they started driving, he put his hand on Sara's left thigh and started caressing it up and down.
Sara felt the heat rising in her body and squirmed under his touch.
"Do you like that, baby? Do you feel your pussy getting wet thinking what's going to happen to you today?" Pablo asked in a low voice.
The words that he spoke to her were like icy daggers, piercing through the fragile veil of trust that had been carefully built between them. Sara felt a shiver run down her spine, the sensation of pure, primal desire coursing through her veins. It was a feeling that she had never experienced before, and it was both exhilarating and terrifying. "Yeah," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I don't know what's really going to happen. I don't know who these guys you mentioned are, Sir." The uncertainty in her voice was palpable. She was a woman who prided herself on her strength and independence, but in that moment, she felt utterly helpless. She had no idea what the future held, or what kind of danger she might be facing.
"Don't worry pet, they are just some friends of mine that share... interests with me, and we like to gather from time to time. Don't worry with the you'll be as safe as with me." Pablo replied in a conforting and reassuring tone.
The sun was starting to get low by the time they arrived at the beach house. It was a bit rundown at first sight, but when looking at it closely it seemed like it was a bit maintained. Kinda like if someone wanted it to look unhabited from the outside.
Pablo parked the car and turned to Sara, his eyes dark with hunger.
"Before we go in, I want to have you all for myself, whore," he said, his voice low and commanding.
She whimpered softly as he reached for her, pulling her roughly across the center console and into his lap, her back to him. He cupped the back of her head and angled it so their mouths met in a brutal kiss, their tongues tangling and wrestling as they tasted each other deeply.
Sara moaned into the kiss, grinding herself down onto him, feeling the hard ridge of his erection pressed against her ass.
Pablo groaned, sliding one hand up to cup her breast roughly, kneading the soft flesh as he pinched her already beaded nipple.
"Oh God, Pablo," Sara whispered against his lips, arching into his touch.
"Hands on the wheel, slut," Pablo ordered, breaking the kiss.
She complied immediately, gripping the steering wheel tightly as Pablo hitched her skirts up over her hips.
He wasted no time pulling her panties to the side before driving two fingers into her pussy.
Sara moaned and dropped her head back with a sigh.
"That's it, baby. Milk my fingers like you're going to milk my cock soon" Pablo hissed in a guttural voice that sent shivers down her spine.
Sara felt herself growing more and more aroused at each passing moment. She could feel the heat pooling in her core, spreading to her limbs and fogging her mind. The sensations were almost overwhelming, but they felt so good she didn't care if they broke her in half.
Pablo's finger was driving inside her, hitting her G-spot over and over again, making Sara's body shake with pleasure. She gasped, her breathing becoming shallow, the air stuck in her chest. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All she could feel was the intense pleasure pulsating from her core.
Sara let out a strangled moan, waves of orgasm washing over her as she orgasmed, her pussy clenching hard around his fingers.
She dropped her head back, her hair cascading down over her shoulders, her body trembling uncontrollably with the force of her release.
Pablo paused for a moment, enjoying the sight of her shaking body, the way she seemed so lost with pleasure. With a wicked smile, he pulled his fingers out of her slick pussy and slid his cock in in one movement.
Sara screamed in surprise at the sudden intrusion, the feeling of being so full almost too much to bear.
"Good girl, you took it like a champ." Pablo groaned, slamming into her harder and faster. "God I'm going to cum so deep inside your dirty little cunt, so you won't be able to forget me today."
He fucked her hard and brutally, the intensity almost too much for Sara to handle. She felt herself climbing to another orgasm, her body shaking with pleasure.
"Tell me slut," Pablo asked as he raised and lowered Sara on his cock by her hips, "how many times I've made you cum today?"
Sara moaned, throwing her head back with pleasure, "Four, Sir. You made me cum four times already."
"Good girl, and now tell me, how many times has your husband made you cum in the last year, my little slut?" Pablo asked wickedly.
Sara's heart felt heavy as she answered in a quiet voice, "Just once, Sir. My husband has only made me cum once in the last year."
Pablo cursed and slammed into her harder, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. "You deserve so much better, Sara. You deserve to be worshipped, to be satisfied every day, to be fucked hard and savagely until you scream my name. Your husband is a fool for neglecting such a treasure. A woman like you needs to be fed. Fed with love and sex, with devotion and rough treatment. You need to be treated like a princess and a slut." Pablo punctuated his words with a deep, rough thrust of his cock inside her.
Sara moaned loudly, and she couldn't agree more. Not only she was getting the raw physical pleasure of being fucked hard and without mercy, but also the fulfillment of the wild and unfulfilled side of herself that she had been suppressing for years finally got to play.
She felt liberated, sexy, and full of desire.
As Pablo picked up the pace, his strokes becoming harder, Sara felt herself approaching yet another orgasm. He would hit her G-spot with each thrust, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through her body. She screamed his name, her nails digging into the steering wheel as she tried to hold on to reality.
Pablo groaned, his grip on her hips tightening as he started to cum, his cock spasming inside her. He pumped his load into her, filling her up completely.
His slowing movements were accompanied by heavy, deep breathing, and his hold on her did not loosen as his cock softened inside her. She could feel him pulsing weakly against her walls, his release bringing a sense of peace to his body that she had not seen before.
When he finally withdrew, Sara felt a moment of emptiness, as though a part of her had been left behind. She had never felt so intimate with another person, so connected, so vulnerable. And yet, she felt a sense of peace wash over her as well.
It was like an out-of-body experience where her mind and body were no longer fighting, but instead synced and coming together in harmony.
Pablo reached up and touched her face, his fingers caressing her cheek gently. He moved her hair back out of her face, and leaned over to kiss her softly on the lips. "You are magnificent," he whispered to her against her mouth.
Sara whimpered with pleasure, and a flush crept up to her cheeks. She felt like a goddess, and it was exhilarating.
Sara could feel Pablo's warm, sticky load seeping out of her and down her inner thigh.
"Now, come on slut, let's go out. I gotta show you off to the boys," he said as he unlocked the door and pushed it open, reaching back for Sara's hand as they crossed the threshold of the beach house.
She followed him inside, her heels clicking against the hardwood floors, her mind racing with anticipation. She was equially nervous and excited to see what was going to happen next.